Season of the Great Divide

one species, classified homo sapiens for centuries, longer. no longer. species broken, fractured. irreversibly, irreparably split. the only reasonable explanation. how else to understand the great divide among the peoples of the earth? the crack’s jagged edge cuts not along color or race, language or…

H7: Season the Soul

I have, as it were, never gardened in clay soil, Never tried to dig through pugs the size of Volkswagens, But here I stand, pitchfork bowing, three broken shovels And no end in sight.   It is good for me, this tenacious editing of sand…

Prompt 7, Hour 7 – The Season of Waiting

Shhhh! Not yet. We are but tinsels of opportunity, waiting for the right occasion.   There is taking risk, and there is being risky with an unguided attempt. Change befalls those ready for the transformation.   So we wait. Days, weeks, months, years. For him,…

Season of the Bard

Crouched in the dark, stats flicker In an out, rolling damage, click clack the dice fall, skeletons clatter on paper shadows and ink dreams follow a party. Dragons, elves, queens and kings all fall to my rule. With a strum of my strings and a…

Season of a Promise kept…

The calm brush of a breeze with the scent of home fires burning, Inviting, the spell of leaves falling in a swirl, they touch your face and provoke a smile. The gentle caress of autumn steals the sultry heat of summer precludes the melancholy of…

The competition

I have seen and watched many a men fall while chasing a beauty and his goal I love both and i am determined to get both still bringing my dream to realization as i try to hold my relationship from breaking To be honest it’s…

Prompt 7 Season of the Absurd

We play this game round and round no one is lost yet no one is found walking through day as if it is night and waking in sweat to wonder about life worry is the new norm and has settled on faces has settled in…

Terms & Conditions

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Season of Red (Hour 7: using prompt)

“I reckon’ it’s time” he says standing up from the table. I watch him go out the door his back disappearing into the dawn. I set the dishes in the sink his on top turning on the water flow. I make circles with the rag…

Season of the Toddler – Hour 7 Prompt

It was the best of times Short person knee hugs Sloppy peanut butter kisses and giggles But then….. A storm and flood of emotions A tantrum Waves of wailing and tears Angry thrashing and toys strewn about In the middle of the violent storm Momentary…